The Back Of The Winter - folksong

The Heron - folksong by Karine Polwart Angela Hicks - soprano Tom Gamble - guitar Filmed at Castle Howard *** The back of the winter is broken And light lingers long by the door The seeds of the summer have spoken In gowans that bloom on the shore By night and day we’ll sport and we’ll play And delight as the dawn dances over the bay Sleep blows the breath of the morning away And we follow the heron home In darkness we cradled our sorrow And stoked all our fires with fear These bones that lie empty and hollow Are ready for gladness to cheer Long may you sing of the salmon And the snow-scented sound of your home While the north wind delivers its sermon Of ice and salt water and stone By night and day we’ll sport and we’ll play And delight as the dawn dances over the bay Sleep blows the breath of the morning away And we follow